Lunch was called at about quarter to noon; Jack and Chastity were only too eager for the meal since their breakfast had been unfortunately sparse. Not only that, but most of the morning had been spent romping around the building in various stages of silliness. Jean had told them at breakfast that lunch was going to be different, but that they’d probably like it. The two teenagers were trusting—perhaps unusually so—or just didn’t care; they assumed that a normal lunch awaited them. When they walked in, both of them noticed that there was a stunning lack of food visible in the room, and Jack was the first to question it. “Where’s lunch?”
Jean smiled at him cheerfully. “On the way; Mary’s getting it out right now.”
Jack nodded. “Fair enough,” he said.
“Now, you two get situated and Mary will be here in a few moments, I think.” Jack shrugged and started for the table; Chastity did likewise. “Wait, what are you doing?” Jean asked.
Chastity spoke this time. “Um… sitting at the table?”
“Oh, I’m afraid you won’t be sitting there,” Jean said.
“Then where are we supposed to sit?” Chastity asked.

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